Beware the solar anus for it may produce four distinct types of matter. Unfettered by shoots and branches the organelles dance atop twin peaks of mayhem. All the parts and processes, nodes of anti-production and forced desire-production, all coupling organisms and enemies of the body, the production machine, comes to a halt when the body without organs presents its smooth, slippery opaque, taut surface is full view for all to witness. There are only utterances, gasps, and subtly cries for what is there to do besides gaze upon this miserable miracle. A vast articulated block of sound washes over in a undifferentiated flow of amorphous fluid. Penetrating each body, shape and desiring machine. No working machines. A person’s own body is no more.
Mystical value is the investissement which thusly forces to the surface, as puss erupts from a pimple, the paranoiac machines. These are mere projections of a “person’s own body,” but projections are vile and malicious nonetheless. They damage and toss the yoke of oppression on your own mind. A repulsion machine. An attraction machine. These things have their place on the immanence plane. This is the teleological trick. Everything might seem as though its objectively produced as and by the quasi cause, but these are all just mystical beings. What truly constitutes the labor-process is encoded, recorded, inscribed on a kind of full body. These now paranoiac machines as tasteless projections of now non-desiring-organ-machines cling, not couple, to this slippy body without organs. Now everything is a matter of the vapid organless body as it records upon them the proper desires. No contradictions or dark humor here. This is safety production at surplus value. Be wary A-dam for this omnitudo realitatis will be inscribed across the noumenal stars of ambitious religions and capitalist specters, haunting each crevasse. Lying in wait to spit forth an enchanted tale of disjunctive syllogism as a priori. The God of Delirium creeps across the slippery surface establishing disjunction after disjunction. “It can’t be this so it must be that. It can’t be this so it much be that. I can’t be this so it must be that!”
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